shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

I'd say that they should immediately have the actor exeunt.

 

Id Say That I Didnt Ask Your Opinion And Also That Your Murderdramaturgical Theatorture References Are Getting As Stale And Dusty As That Shitheads Nook.

 

-works the cork out of a gourd-bottle of something utterly foul with a knife- Part of actually having a home is not having to resort to cheap interdimensional booze for gatherings, but it's tradition so fuck it. Bring the nastiest rotgut you got.

 

Only here though, because I value my tastebuds in my actual timeline. Some of this shit could probably kill even an Atlantean liver.

 

I can offer one of the more depressingly paint-stripper like batches from my office distille. Pits, am I glad I actually learned how to make booze that doesn't taste like it's death in small sips.
-She gestures a toast with the cube in her hand.-

 

-toasts with the gourd- I've got what can only be called sake by the foolish or generous, made from riceweed (so named because it's not an actual rice), brewed with swamp water in greenfruit containers. Which are rarely green, and actually vegetables.

 

I wish I could remember if this was the booze I made from left over energon nibbles we found stached away somewhere that were unicron-knows-how-old, or if it was the unfiltered, low grade, half congealed energon where I did not inquire about the source to preserve my own sanity. Either batch was memorably awful enough to contribute to this memory-of-the-shittiest-booze-I-ever-made.

 

I think my memory has managed to combine every swamp town I've drank this sake in. The local water, you see, makes it taste uniquely awful depending on where it was brewed, with slight variation depending on what died in it recently. I've created my own hell medley purely by accident. -finishes off the gourd anyway, tosses it over her shoulder where it vanishes-

 

That sounds nostalgic. Almost makes me want to try and combine an entire war worth of scrappy junk soup into a single cube just to see if I can.
-she also finishes her cube and crushes it in her hand, letting a fine glass-dust rain to the ground-

 

-summons up a scrap metal canteen next; makes a face when she opens it- Spoiler alert: it tastes like ass. Squared.

Desert grog. Horrible, horrible dry bread, water left in the canteen long enough to queer the taste, and the last backwashed dregs of actually decent rum. Another recipe from the same world. Absolute shithole, but that's why they mastered the art of pickling themselves.

 

-Nichrome laughs and summons another cube, this one with a sickly pale blue glow-
This one's an attempt to get booze from stale hull-cleaner, cut with solvent and some actual engex, albeit the engex having been awful about a decade before it was given this treatment.
It cleans from the inside, was the excuse for its existance back then.

 

I knew a doctor who used to make that joke. His digestive tract needed intensive sterilization, which was why he got all the booze supplies.

I think this might be from when the ninjas tried to outdrink me. There's a hint of bloodrum, which is the good stuff, but probably scraped from the bottom of the vat. No-one would tell me if it was made with real blood or not. And it's green for some reason.

 

The best booze has inexplicable colors. And by the best I mean "the stuff that tastes good so no one wants to question how it's made or where it came from in case that's the inevitable problem."

 

-pads in, noofs Nichrome, sniffs at her cube- What yer drinking that jetfuel for?

 

Apparently it is organic tradition among planewalkers to share incomprehensibly awful interdimensional booze.

 

So, th´stuff brewed in someones old boot an´cut with paintstripper?

 

The most questionable booze we had in the place I'm from was cactus wine, but I've got...
[Dom materializes a block of some kind of hard brown substance.]
Sidereal Chocolate! No idea why people even make it, all it does is instantly give you the worst hangover. I mean, I heard it has some effects, but I never actually felt those. Especially weird when refined Cosmic Chocolate is a thing.

 

Well that´ll give a bot a hangover fer sure, seeing as it´s organic.

 

worse than that. Cut with hullcleaner.

 

Are we poisoning ourselves now? [Silverburst joins the intoxicant group with new yellow plating across the top of their nosecone and an opaque grey cube in hand; whatever's in the cube casts a sickly yellow-green light upwards as they gesture with it.] Palmyx in origin, which really should say enough about it-- just as much intentional poison as sloppy brewing. Wonderful for corrupting memories, assuming one survives the drink.